Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.